How deep is your love, can it be measured
Is it for one alone, or is it something shared
One would hope it is strong enough to last
Otherwise it will be a memory in our past.
How can you mend a broken heart my friend
Can you pick up the pieces scatter to the wind
At times we feel they will never be whole again
But if you can’t start now, then ask yourself when.
To love somebody means to bring down the wall
For walking around it, giving out a questioning call
Will leave you feeling empty, wanting to be inside
Wondering why it is they feel the need to hide.
Alone – is has such a sense of finality to its voice
But all too often it seems to be the better choice
For if we can’t give enough of ourself to share
Then there is not reason to have another there.
